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So…
I love my dogs! I have two: an almost 10 year old Sheltie and a 3 & a half pound Maltese.
Both of them are wonderful companions….
But, the men in my life desire MORE…….more testosterone…..more… sheer POUNDAGE!!!
Something like this:
Yeah, I know: “Aawwww…” - this adorable little guy I could totally handle.
But, this…..
….and THIS 
YA’LL REALLY NEED TO START PRAYING FOR ME NOW!!
…Okay, yeah…..
PRAY WITHOUT CEASING…..PLEASE….
Peace out…
…maybe you should just post another BLONDE JOKE!
Q: A one armed blonde is hanging from a tree. How can you make her fall?
A: You wave at her!
Hey, that one’s kind of mean….but, at least that blonde is friendly!! 
But, I’ll give this joke thing “another chance”:
“Another Chance”:
One day a big group of blondes met in New York to show the world that blondes aren’t dumb.
They begged: “Ask any of us any question, and we will show you that we’re not dumb.”The group caught the attention of a passer by, who volunteered to ask them some questions. He climbed up on a car and randomly picked a blonde out of the crowd.
She got up on the car too and the man asked: “What is the first month of the year?”
The blonde responded: “November?”“Nope,” said the man. At this point the crowd began to chant, “Give her another chance, give her another chance.”
So the man asked: “What is the capital of the U.S.A ?”
The blonde responded: “Paris?”
So the crowd began chanting again: “Give her another chance, give her another chance.”The man said: “Okay, but this is the last one. What is one plus one?”
The blonde replied: “Two?”“Give her another chance, Give her another chance.” screamed the crowd.
See, we blondes are a friendly and generous bunch!
Have a great evening….
Peace.
….was one of the questions in my mind - somewhere in the night. The upside is that if I was sleeping hard enough to lose track of where I was, at least I was SLEEPING!!! Sleep has been something that has escaped me over the past week or so.
The downside of the question “Where am I” is that in my sleep-stupor I was still frantically wondering if I might be in the same room with the DEMON CLOWNS THAT CAME TO MY FRONT PORCH LAST NIGHT!!!!
As a side note: I have always had “issues” with clowns. I can’t sleep if there’s a picture or figurine or any such image of a clown anywhere near my presence…..Then, there’s the whole “Steven King’s ‘IT’ ” fiasco of 1990! I should still be in therapy over that trauma!
…but, I digress…..
Actually, I think I’ll talk a little about that…you know movie/mini-series that I mentioned above by Steven King:
You see, I NEVER watch horror movies...and by never, I mean: NU-HEH-VER!!!! I can turn a scary episode of “Sponge Bob Square Pants” into a horror movie….but, I digress…
So, in 1990, Byron and I moved to rural Missouri. Kayleigh was only a few months old. We moved into a very old, very creepy two-story house (in which the former tenant had committed suicide - SERIOUSLY!). Byron was going to school and working two jobs - one at the local hospital as an orderly. AND, OF COURSE, HE WORKED THE GRAVEYARD SHIFT (7pm to 7am)!!!!
So, on one particular “my husband’s working the graveyard shift and I’m here in a replica of the Amityville Horror house in a town where I know NO ONE” night, I was surfing our 7 channels and happened upon a story of some childhood friends who decide to return to their hometown……kind of like a reunion. I love reunions….how festive, how nice, how…..
OMG - HOW IN THE WIDE-WORLD-OF-SPORTS DID I MISS THE DEMON CLOWN WHO LIVES IN THE SEWER AND KILLS LITTLE CHILDREN PART OF THE STORY LINE?!!! SERIOUSLY??!!!
So, needless to say, I paced the floor until Byron returned at 7:30 the next morning, and didn’t sleep for the next week…
We moved shortly after that.
Where was I?
Oh yeah,…
So, last night on my front porch, I was in the middle of fawning over a little girl in her adorable fairy princess costume - saying, “How cute! I need an outfit like that for my own self!!” - when I felt a strange disturbance in “the force” around me….
As I looked up, not just one but TWO DEMON CLOWNS WITH BLOOD COVERED FANGS were headed up the steps to my front porch. I hate to say I lost my composure - I mean, I tried…I really did. But, in the end, I had my face buried in my hands and was whimpering and saying strange things in a kind of hysterical laugh-like voice……
And, with all that in my head last night, I tried to “catch up” on my sleep………
So, I’m somewhat fragile this morning. I made the mistake of asking Byron if “the movie” really was released in 1990 (wanting to make sure my facts were right), so he proceeded to Google it for me so I didn’t have to see….you know “IT”. The problem is that he - not having ever seen the movie - clicked on a clip…..and didn’t turn down the sound.
So, now I’m done crying hysterically….
So, now I can finish this post…..
I think I really need to go read the Bible or pray or something……
AND SOMEONE ELSE IS GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE DOWN THOSE 8 FT. SPIDERS WITH THE RED EYES!!!!!!
Peace.
…would have to be:
1). I am frequently given to giving in to “peer pressure”….apparently!!
So, some of my dear friends Amanda and Alison have recently written posts entitled “Random Things About Me” - and I want, so badly, to be like them . Of course, upon further reflection, I realized that almost all of my posts could be titled “Random Things About Me”….so I’m thinking it may be redundant - but, here goes:
…hence, this post!
So, there you go and there you are!
Peace to the out!
(Oh yeah, also: I despise getting my hair cut since they frequently cut it all off even though I beg to the contrary! I got my hair cut this morning…I think I’ll leave you all hanging as to the result! ).
Peace.
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